Her quarters on the ship seemed smaller than the ones on her old ship but who was she to say they were small, she hardly ever spent time in them always drifting around the cargo bay. Now that was her place. Her sanctuary. Just like she had started to do on this ship she had a perfect spot tucked away in the back where she kept everything. Of course with that one you had to climb over more containers than she’d like to admit but it was homey.
She took a sip of the coffee she grabbed from the mess hall and wrinkled her nose. Not enough sugar. She hated the taste but with the amount of sugar she normally would add helps to get rid of the taste. Placing it on one of the shelves in the room she sat on the bed sliding through various lists and manifests. Things were always changing down there plus with everything moving around at the moment things may go missing. Something she wasn’t about to have happen. Before heading out of the bay she had set Barnaby on a security route and will hopefully pick up anything that seems off putting. It’ll come in handy too seeing as she wasn’t planning on staying on the ship when they finally hit their destination. And almost as if on cue the captain spoke up. Throwing herself off the bed she strapped on her knife belt and slid her pistol into its holster throwing her jacket on over it mostly concealing everything to the untrained eye.
“Fancy.” She joked sliding the breathing mask on and coming to a halt with the small group. “Ya’know I could cannonball into an acid pool too if I wanted, but I mean who really does want to?”